Picspam, bring-me-the-skull-of-Norv-Turner edition

Of course, every picspam comes with the plea that someone, anyone should BRING ME THE SKULL OF NORV TURNER, just tonight more than most. It's Bolts-Chefs (aka the Divided Loyalty Bowl) on Monday Night Football, and given that this weekend was an absolute pigskin suckfest, I'm...worried. As long as nobody gets critically injured (and the Chargers stop putting concussed players back into the game to the point where they have seizures on the flight home for Christ's sake) then I'll be...eh, somewhat satisfied. That said, Phil, your team is the blue-and-yellow, not the red-and-white, okay? There WILL be a quiz, a 60-minute-long quiz. ( 65 pics below.... )

Picspam, happy-Halloween edition

I am oddly Halloween-agnostic. I'm neither for it nor ag'in it with much ferocity. I like that adults claim it for their own dress-up-and-be-goofy traditions (as more than a few images in today's picspams reflect); I don't like the children-demand-you-feed-them aspect anymore, if only because it exerts social pressure for me to keep the lights on, be social and have candy available. I'm not sure which part of that I like least. Still, long as everyone else is having a good time, enjoy, y'all. ( 64 pics below.... )

Picspam, I-am-not-a-clever-man edition

Tried to call my sister for her birfday last night. Had a five-minute conversation with a woman I've never met with my sister's first name and the same birthday. And yes, it did take me far too long to suss this out; I figured she was just overmedicated or something. But this makes up for a few years ago when she had a fifteen-minute conversation with a very large African-American man with my name before realizing he wasn't me. Maybe it's genetic. Edit: either I wrote down the wrong number or my other sister gave me the wrong number. Herp to the goddamn derp. Either way, touched base with her tonight, only one day late (or 365 days early, I guess). ( 65 pics below.... )